Tage heard the familiar howl, an alert that seemed to say, 'I'm here'. It left a buzz going through him. The entire night was full of enough electricity without hearing a sound like that, so full of magic, and wolf, and other. The wolves around him seemed too electrified by the energy too to mind its unusual quality. The full moon left everyone itching for a fight even when they didn't need it. This time, Tage he no intention of restraining that desire in anyone tonight, least of all himself. He continued to run toward the other wolves, the distance between them quickly narrowing.

All of a sudden, the ground opened up beneath him and he saw trees far below, the edge of rock face creating a cliff below him. The drop was too far for just a jump even for werewolves like them, but as he burst up to the edge, wolf smell strong in his nose, he saw the tree wolves there at the bottom. One he knew. The other two edged closer, Tage obviously having run into a situation that had already started. He didn't have the whole pack behind him, but he also knew he had enough to give pause.

Staring down the enemy wolves, he snarled. Now was not the time to test him, though he also felt a sense of curiosity deep beneath the wolf's desires, to see just what Cassius could do. He had no doubt it would be glorious to witness.